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reader beware, the following post contains fart humor (or at least an attempt at fart humor). at 36 years old, farts are still funny (especially farts that rise in tone upon completion, as if they are posing a question). any way, consider yourself warned, this is the last chance for the high minded reader to bail out. what follows is a true story that i am not proud of (well maybe just a little bit) but may become essential to FBI profilers in the future.
the urge to make stinky came suddenly. normally i would suppress the urge in the enclosed space of my car, but i was alone and feeling a bit adventurous. i figured i could always forgo the air conditioning and open a window if necessary.
it was almost inaudible, just a tired little sigh from down below.
at fist nothing, perhaps a misfire, devoid of odor. after a few seconds the odor subtly made itself known. incredibly it was not a bad odor, in fact the smell was very familiar.
a double bacon cheeseburger from burger king.
the odor produced was an exact replica, but purely coincidental. the odor quality would lead you to believe it was a talent i had developed like rich little doing celebrity voices or a gecko's ability to mimic it's environment.
i nailed it so well, the odor created a craving for the real thing. such a craving, i stopped at bk an purchased a double bacon cheeseburger. it was delicious.
Posted by griff at September 25, 2002 02:55 AM